There is a story of a slave called Ayaz, who was brought before a king with nine others. The king was to select one to be his personal attendant. The wise king gave into the hands of each of the ten a wineglass and commanded him to throw it down. Each one obeyed the command. Then the king asked each of them, " Why did you do such a thing? "  The first nine answered, " Because your Majesty gave me the order"; the plain truth cut and dried. And then came the tenth slave, Ayaz. He said, " Pardon, Sire, I am sorry," for he realized the king already knew it was his command; in the reply, " Because you told me to," nothing new was said to the king. This beauty of expression enchanted the king so much that he selected him to be his attendant.

    It was not long before Ayaz won the trust and confidence of the king, who gave him charge of the treasury in which precious jewels were kept. This made many jealous, this sudden rise form slave to treasurer of the king, a position that many envied. No sooner did people know that Ayaz had become a favorite of the king than they began to tell numerous stories about him in order to bring him into disfavor with the king. One of the stories was that Ayaz went everyday to the room where the jewels were locked in the safe,  and that he was stealing them everyday, little by little. The king answered " No, i cannot believe such a thing ; you'll have to show me. "

    So they broughht the king as Ayaz entered this room, and made him stand in a place where there was a hole, looking into the room, and the king saw what was going on in there. Ayaz entered the room and opened the door of the safe. And what did he take out from it? His old, ragged clothes which he had worn as a slave. He kissed them and pressed them to his eyes, and put them on the table. There incense was burning, and what he was doing was somethging sacred to him. He put on these clothes and looked at himself in the mirror, and said, as one might say in a prayer, " Listen, O AYAZ. See what you used to be before. It is the king who has made you, who has given you the charge of this treasure. So regard this duty as your most sacred trust, and this honor as your priviledge and as a token of the love and kindness of the king. Know that it is not your worthiness that has brought you this position. Know that his greatness, his goodness, his generosity that has overlooked your faults, and that has bestowed you that rank and position upon you by which you are now being honored. Never forget, therefore, your first day, the day when you came to this town; for it is the remembering of that day that will keep you in your proper place."

    He then took off the clothes and put them in the same place of safety, and came out. As he stepped out, what did he see? He saw that the king before whom he bowed was waiting eagerly to embrace him; and the king said to him, " What a lesson you have given me, Ayaz! It is this lesson which we all must learn, whatever be our position. Because before that King in whose presence we all are but slaves, nothing should make us forget that helplessness through which we were reared and raised and brought to life, to understand and to live a life of joy. People told me that you had stolen jewels from our treasure house, but on coming here i have found that you have stolen my heart. "